June 29, 2011

Seems like these days
Fate hits hard and fast
Black cats cross every way
And I’m plagued by chance
I’m looking up to the skies
Staring down at my palms
And tracing lines
Through the future
To keep calm.



June 22, 2011

It was seven a.m.
When I fell into bed
And dozed off with the light still on.

And it was quarter-to-three
When you telephoned me
Just in case I’d forgotten you’d gone.

A bridge to steady your eye,
A river to guide your sight,
Night swirling day through the sky
And an hour to make it right.